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Working the core, working the brain

So you know that whole superchick status I was boasting about yesterday? Well, turns out, Mario “may” be suffering because of it. See, last night before I went to bed I was thinking about being a superhero and so of course I ended up being a superhero in my dreams, and I totally kicked some major bad boy butt! However, in real life, it seems I “may” have coco-bonked Mario’s head with my elbow (I’m betting that’s the exact moment I body slammed the bad guy.) But here’s the thing, I don’t remember doing it, he says I did, but I didn’t wake up, so there’s no proof, it’s just Mario’s word against mine … and, well, the bad dude in my dreams word too 😉

I had my first non-private, group pilates session tonight and I was totally freaking out about it. At my fourth and last private session on Monday, my pilates chick figured I was ready to strut my pilates stuff in front of a crowd (three other chicks) but I was dubious. She had made up a program for me, and by my assessment it was a long program (TWO PAGES WORTH!!!) how the heck was I supposed to remember all that? Despite the fact that I’ve got an incredible long-term memory (l can remember things from like 20 years ago no problem) my short-term memory sucks boogers!

So I got to the studio, grabbed my program, sat on the mat, and started doing the knees to chest stretch, the piriformis stretch, and some other stretches that I can’t remember at this moment and thought I was doing pretty good. I stretched my calves on the barrel, which I love, manipulated my feet on some foot thingy, and still I was doing good, following the program with hardly a mishap. And then, I got to the torture reformer part and everything went to hell! I swear for every exercise required of me, I had to ask for a refresher on what the heck I was supposed to be doing. My pilates chick was really great about it and told me I was doing great, making good time (even though I took up 10 extra minutes of my allotted hour) but I was still dubious. Really hoping my brain gets fuzzed up somehow and thinks this is something I learned 20 years ago – then I’ll remember it all!

TONIGHT’S PILATES:

5:00 p.m. BG before: 4.0 (3 DEX tabs)

Temp basal: -50 per cent

1 hour 10 minutes: stretching, reformer, abs, triceps, biceps, etc.

6:45 p.m. BG after: 5.7

So speaking of my super duper long-term memory (maybe that’s my super power) when I got to the studio, one of the girl’s caught my eyes and ears. She had this flaming red hair and an unmistakable raspy voice that struck a memory chord. Normally I would have just stared and probably not said a word, but I had a hunch, and so without even introducing myself, I blurted out that she looked really familiar. She seemed a little taken aback, and rightfully so, I mean I practically attacked her with my questioning. My pilates chick introduced us, and told me a bit about her, but it still wasn’t coming together, so I continued to stare. Then I asked what her last name was; didn’t ring a bell. So again I went silent and stared. And then I heard her talking about her husband. Aha! She was married. I asked her what her maiden name was? And voila! Turns out, we used to work at McDonald’s together – like 17 years ago!!! Yep, I worked in that greasy, acne-ridden, clog your arteries, stink pit in high school, and while I wouldn’t say it was my most favourite time in life, I did meet some pretty awesome people working there. And this chick and I, we got along just fabulously!

Do you get nervous/intimidated when embarking upon a new exercise routine in front of complete strangers?

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Dear Princess,
It’s about the language employed in your blog. Many a time, and oft, have you not commented/complained about MY “colorful” choice of words … and yet you show not the slightest hesitancy in using such un-Princessly phrases as “coco-bonked” and “sucks boogers” with wanton disregard for the more delicate sensibilities. Although I must add, personally speaking, that both terms made me squeal with delight!! 🙂 I am going to submit them to an online Slang Dictionary I subscribe to, to see if anyone will admit to EVER using these phrases, and, if so, do they consider them vulgar 🙂
About the intimidation/nervousness factor when performing an exercise in front of strangers … I don’t know, there is ONE Tai Chi move I could mention … but I can’t even TALK about it in public 🙂